Dodge City times. [volume] (Dodge City, Kan.) 1876-1892, 1887-06-23
A KANSAS MORNING.
What May be Seen at Our Own
Homes-crand Scenery all
all Around Us.

These June morning in Kansas would
furnish any one delicious experience
who would foregO few hours snooze and
place himself in position where there
could be wide range of view and watch
the oncoming of the magnificent dawn.
Get up early, go once, and see if you
are not repaid. Imagine yourself on time
and at good spot. How still the earth
is. How cool, and dark and deep the
wide O'erarching sky drops down. From
wide intersteller spaces timid stars
not seen before peep out, while their state
lier sisters glow and flash in brilliant RI
valry. The universe is spread out before
you, noiseless in its mighty motion as the
Omnipotent hand that guides it.
Now faint light, uncertain, tremulous
and slowly waving like the aurora, ap-
pears at the east, brightest at the horizon.
diverging in fine lines, like spray, and
melting in the darker ether above. But
slowly, surely it widens, rises and ex-
pands, till soon it ''dapples the drowsy
east with spots of gray" and the stars
by it blink feebly and go out. The
breeze lifts lightly, and bar of melody
falls upon the earth that seems to come
from the atmosphere of everlasting NOR
ming, with the Liquid GOODNESS of things
drawn from the bottoms of springs" 1t
is the first note of the thrush's morning
song. The thrush alone" says Thoean,
declares the immortal wealth and vigor
is in the forest Here is bird in whose
strain the story is told.
Whenever man hears it he is young
and nature is in her spring.
Whenever he hears it. there is new
world and free country, and the gates
of heaven are not shut against him.
Most other birds sing from the level of
my ordinary cheerful hours, carol. but
this bird never fails to speak to me out
of an ether purer than breathe, of i'm
mortal vigor and beauty. He deepens
the significance of all things seen in the
light of his strain Now the blue bird
bobOlink and robin, and all the merry
singers Join the chorus, till the one
pulstates with melody no art can initiate.
But note how rapidly the glories of the
night Dissolve into the glories of the
dawn. Purple streaks now flash up
through the gray till both seem blended
in an Opalescent glow. Out of shadows
come silently and swiftly objects not
seen before; the serpentine trail of trees
fringing the valleys winding course;
the hills, dark blue, outlining themselves
against the frightening tints of the sky.
Rapidly the trailing mists of night are
lifted and the checkered colors of the
fields dawn on the sight at first dimly
and then more clearly, dewjemed and in
describably beautiful. From an obscure
chimney beyond the trees thin, blue
column of smoke rises slowly in the sky
indicating preparation for an early break
fast
Now in the east the point of a single
blazing spear of light trembles over the
hills-the advance of the magnificent
procession-and instantly the hill-tops
flesh out in garnet points with dark blue
settings All the little stars have closed
their eyes before the dazzling glories of
the east, but few bright-eyed ones in
the west still tarry reluctant to leave, and
looking back upon the gorgeous score.
Sitting upon a stake in the hedge a cone
shoped bird in Scotch cap and gaudy
striped vest, makes urgent calls for
fellow named Bob White. So he called
when you were young, and so he will
call when you are old. Bob must be
cold hearted not to respond to such sweet
calling.
Rising suddenly from the grass with a
whir-r-r, lark, holding his FURNISHED
breast towards the sun, and soaring
straight for the zenith, pours out his
flute like song, decreasing in volume, in
crcasing in sweetness, till lost in the sky.
In the valley yonder lies great square
of emerald meadow set in jet, and thither
an early stirring farmer is leading his
team, wading knee deep in diamonds
flashing about him, and soon will be turn
ing the emerald into jet with his pillow.
The rumble of the morning express is
heard for moment, and then its flashing
eye darts round curve, and with its
train of sleeping passengers plunges into
the trees along its track, and is lost to
view. save as its course may be traced by
a black rolling cloud of smoke. But the
spear of light over the hill has grown to
a thousand, the veil over the arch of the
is parted wide, and through the
portals of the east comes proudly the
lord of day, bearing his blazing shield
before him, and begins his diurnal and
triumphal march across the world.
So far there has been forgetfulness of
self, of who you are, or what you are,
so charmed have you been with the view
as the matchless scene unfolded, but now |
it dawns upon you that this place of
beauty is your country, your own native
state, Kansas, your home, and remember
ing that there are many mornings like
this, and evenings as beautiful, and that
yon live in land where nature may APP
pear in such magnificent attire, your pa